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quite. “I still say you’re some kind of pervert.”
    Evan, who probably was doctor after all, chuckled. “Some kind, yeah.”
    What…?
    He didn’t get to ponder that odd reply because Evan was already easing him onto his side and gently tucking his legs up. Exposing him. Exposing his sore hole. Kill me now.
    “ It’s going to be cold. I keep it in the fridge, which is kind of good, actually, because it will help with any swelling.”
    “ Just get it over with,” he sighed. Fuck my life. And here he thought it couldn’t get any worse.
    The doctor snapped on a new glove, and Jamie cringed at that decisive sound. Evan’s rubber-coated fingers parted his ass cheeks. You can take this—don’t be a baby. Barely breathing, he waited for the invasion. Nothing happened. Hurry up—what’s taking so long? A fingertip briefly touched him on that stinging spot, smeared something cold onto his hole. Lube again. Gross. What’s he doing anyway? Looking?
    “ Deep breath in now.”
    With no other choice, he breathed. And it hurt. The plastic thing scraped and dug, and then a squirt of icy misery shot up his ass. “Fuck!” he cried. Shocked by the sensation, his body jerked violently. Mostly it was from the stunning coldness and not the pain of insertion. The plastic scraped its way back out, and the coldness eased, replaced by a revolting, alien squishiness.
    “ All done,” the doctor said.
    The doc’s voice sounded strangely…husky. What the fuck? Jamie shuddered as the icky stuff warmed up and liquefied. Felt like some of it was leaking right back out. He squirmed, which made everything ache and throb all over again, and Evan helped turn him onto his back once more.
    Feeling even more violated, Jamie glared at him. Evan’s face looked strangely flushed. His chest heaved, and his eyes were huge. Drugged up or not, banged to shit or not, Jamie recognized that look. Arousal. He lowered his puffy eyelids, gazed downward. The front of the good doctor’s pants bulged inappropriately along the zipper. Oh fuck. He really is a pervert. And I’m trapped here with him. Not safe at all!
    No. Wait.
    Gay. He’s gay. For fuck’s sake. No wonder he knows so much about assholes. “You’re disgusting,” Jamie snarled.
    “ Be quiet and rest.”
    Back to business again, Evan removed the ice packs, the gel packs, and tucked in the blanket. Jamie’s dick still throbbed, but mildly—bearable now. Maybe. His ass oozed wetness. His lip and nose stung, and his head ached. If he’d eaten anything earlier, he’d have hurled and been happy for it.
    Hell had nothing on this, and yet…it was still better than being back in Bremerton.
    Evan pulled up the fancy chair from the corner, sat, stretched out his long legs, and gave him that sorrowful look again. What? Was he gonna watch him while he just lay there?
    Which, strangely, was okay. Because with him sitting there, watching over him, Jamie knew he’d be safe. He could rest.
    They couldn’t get him here.
    I have someone to watch over me.
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Evan opened his eyes to find the kid staring at him. Jamie. That’s his name—quit calling him “kid”. Poor thing. Looked like leftover road kill. As he shrugged away the crick in his neck from sleeping slumped in the chair, he grabbed the thermometer, aimed it into Jamie’s ear, and checked the results. A little high. Not worrisome, though.
    “ Nice to see you awake,” Evan said. Christ, I sound like I’ve been gargling with rocks. Feels like it too. But still no headache. Absolutely fucking amazing. Going on six, no, seven days in a row. A new record. “How are you feeling?”
    “ Like shit,” Jamie muttered, lisping. A big, ugly, blackish scab had sealed up his split lip during the night.
    Evan continued with his assessment. The only troublesome injury was Jamie’s abused penis. Kid really should see a specialist, but the swelling had markedly receded. During the night, Evan had iced his groin